Today I started my Algebra class, the dark cloud that has hung over my head for the past four years. Sitting in class this morning, I literally was on the brink of a panic attack and didn't know what to do. I've heard you're supposed to breathe into a brown paper bag or something. This will work out fine, since two pencils, a TS-83 calculator and a vial of arsenic fit perfectly inside of one.
Solve for X
X + Michael W. Rice = Migraines, Depression, Suicidal Tendencies, Brown Bag
X = Algebra
Last night we went to Sewell Park to play frisbee (not the same without Dawn's gothic hammer) with some girl who we didn't know too well named Bri. It got really quite for about two minutes straight and so finally she says, "Have you guys seen Mean Girls?"
Me: Oh no.
Sean Raybuck: Ummm no.
Bri: Oh.
Me: (after long pause) Why? Is there something about frisbee in it?
Bri: No not really. Just trying to make conversation.
Sean: Oh.
Me: Oh. Yeah.
It gets really quite again for an excruciating minute and all we hear is crickets chirping.
Me: Didn't Tina Fey write that? (Now I know for a fact she wrote and starred in the movie)
Bri: Ummm. No, I don't think so.
Me: Oh. Huh. I must be mistaken. (Again I know for a fact she wrote and starred in the movie)
More crickets chirping.
8 comments:
"vial of arsenic" LOL
You will do GREAT Michael!
Your solution to the equation appears to be correct! Good for you - you're on the road to mastering the subject. :)
Hey, I really appreciate that second comment. Good to know my equation which equals killing myself off is a step towards mastering the subject! :)
Hey, I really appreciate that second comment. Good to know my equation which equals killing myself off is a step towards mastering the subject! :)
dammit. double comment.
Math is pretty tough. But at least it's consistent, you always know what to expect. Then again, that leaves little room for bullshitting....
arbegla rocks
Good call john. but bullshitting is still my strongest subject
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